Neverwinter Forest will it spin, will it soar

Plenty used to being the bulk of the conversation in a family often of few words, the older brother took it in stride, and lengthened his own trot out too. "Well good!" he pointed his nose up, beyond, as if to say then get ready. He could ramble freely as he pressed their trail on further. He followed the obvious route for now; he didn't need to get that cozy in these woods any time soon. "Keep a good nose out for any prey trails. It's useful to know if there's herds here in case we have to hunt out here come wintertime when things change for the seasons..." He let the ominous look over his shoulder punctuate the seriousness here, even if he knew the boy had very little concept of what winter would bring.

"Plus... if we smell anyone weird, we can track them down," he glinted his teeth and curled his tail to go with a suggestion of his Ostrega mischievous violence slipping through the cracks of his words. "Sometimes there's coyotes out here to chase off. But I haven't seen any lately. One time a long time ago Mama said there was a pack here, even--wouldn't that be weird?" They grew up in times that gave Moonspear's claim a wide berth, used to little contest for their hunting. At least in all of Jarilo's lengthy, year long existence because of course compared to Arc, his experience really mattered obviously.